Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

What made them even more terrified was that in the darkness, there was a low breathing sound in their ears. That was definitely not the breathing of a human... It was like a soul-reaper messenger from hell, softly complaining in front of everyone's ears, but also like a god of death, gently speaking to them, announcing their final death sentence. "I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I feel like I'm going to die!" someone yelled hysterically, pulling at his scalp. The low temperature of the air, the endless darkness, and the breathing of the demons that seemed to be around him at any time, naturally made some people who were mentally ill at ease collapse.

There was a clear glint in his Emerald eyes. "Wow, wow, you're so . . . excited, Miss." Mammon's voice could be heard by Felen, but the man's form was nowhere to be seen as he turned around and swept around what was still jet black. "Coward! Shows only sound, but not in appearance." Felen ridiculed the demon with the rest of his courage. He began to have difficulty breathing in that dark place, as if the oxygen that Felen should be able to get easily disappeared from the black space.

I pressed harder, let my cock slide between the folds and the fabric, rolling my balls in rhythm, and moaned into the pillow as he continued pushing scenes into me. “Good,” he said, almost approving, almost amused. “Every twitch, every moan, every desperate thought—you’re letting me see all of it.” I came hard, so hard it shook through my body, hips bucking, fingers tight, and finally, finally, the images slowed, the pressure left my skull. The demon’s presence loosened, coiling out of me, and for the first time all day, all week maybe, I could breathe without being crushed from the inside.

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

Was that a yes? I struggle to control my breathing, but the world is tilting and the urge to retch all over the floor becomes an imminent reality. “Have you severed ties with your pack?” he snarls, “ANSWER ME!” spittle flying from his lips as his eyes turn dark with madness. I recoil in fear, never having seen this side of him before. His face contorts into a demonic mask as he demands an answer. “No,” I choke out, feeling the weight of his rage bearing down on me. But instead of easing, his expression transforms into a sinister grin that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s good, little pet,” he sneers, the venom dripping from each word like deadly poison.

Her flight and defense kick in as she immediately moves away two steps back. “I’m scared, for her.” Watching Ayumi as it slowly lifting its head and eyes that change their color from its greyish-blue into a total black. An eerie laugh echoes as everything turns black, like everything of the light was suck and now gone. Then a foul smell of a demonic presence fills the air, as she finds herself in the void as Ayumi’s face turns demonic tilting her head sideways on the right. Her lips form the uncanny smile and wide from ear to ear with the now demonic tone as she speaks.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

She tried to gasp for breath but couldn't, her lungs refusing to work. Above her, Damon didn't even look back. He tilted his head up and let out a growl that echoed through the trees. It was a terrible sound, nothing like a normal wolf's growl. This was deeper, more primal, full of rage that had nowhere to go but out. Then he took off running again, disappearing into the darkness like he'd never been there at all. Autumn lay on the cold ground, still struggling to breathe. Slowly, painfully, her lungs started working again. She sucked in a shaky breath, then another, each one hurting her ribs.